Monday, May 21, 2012

Growing UP!

Things are looking up around here. The boys are whittling like crazy. Chips are flyin'. I'm waiting for fingers to be lopped off, but that's why Paul Bunyan is around. They both spent their own money on knives. Knives! Whittling I tell ya! I told them I wanted spoons. They told me they wanted very sharp sticks to poke into each other's eyes. So, yeah, things are looking up!

The asparagus is looking up too! I've read so many sources I can't figure out whether to harvest or not, in this its second year, so I opted for NOT harvesting and letting Bee knock off a few while she rips through my garden tuckin' butt. Should be a very productive gardening year unless I get my fence built. Or unless I shock the shit out of her when I finally get that training collar. Yea, because we've messed it all up!

Oh, hello there STRAWBERRY plants. We're going to be seriously sweet, thanks to HER, in a few weeks. Things are definitely looking up.

Look at this thing! Paul Bunyan almost lost his shit at the top of the forks trying to tie those top knots. All good things come to those who wait for things to climb toward the heavens.

Not official yet, but a weekend that tasted just like summer, with all of its friends and hot dogs and pond dipping and ziplining and biking and ice cream cones and camping and frisbee and bugs and beer and bugs in beer and bathing suits that are too small. Sheeite. Whittle a little off of me boys!

And this came too. And so now when I climb my stairs every day I get to look at her looking down at me. Paul Bunyan says she looks sad. But I think it really shows her peaceful spirit. And it gives me a little hope that maybe Bee will someday be a calm soul like Liebe. But I don't remember Liebe ever loving to pop kick balls as much as Bee does, and I certainly don't ever remember her loving to dig in the garden as much as Bee does, and I don't ever remember Liebe eating the heads off all of my tulips, or chewing off the top of every water bottle we own, or ruining every collar we have, or ever wanting to eat the cat's head off, or....

Well, let's just leave it at hoping for greatness because one can never know how things grow.

The Newest Black Bitch

Miss Bee

About Me

One husband who likes to work in the woods plus three kids who are starting to become stinky young adults plus a bunch of black labs that keep coming and going plus a spectacular life in the Green Mountains of Vermont equals one woman who gave up drinking to deal with the chaos head on. I'm not much of a Homesteader or a Hussy but I'm on the right path.

I'm a Straight Out of the Camera Kinda Gal

I Like Black Dogs

I like you if you have a black dog. I'll probably like you even if you don't. I just might like you more.

I Lost My Bestest Buddy

My Bucket List

make it to 40go to Hawaiisail the world with Paul B.write a bookget my kids through collegeread Moby Dickrid the world of tickslearn how to live in the momentvisit Nantahala National Foresttake Swing lessonslearn how to play the fiddle